I showed some sensitivity toward him since distance had made us strangers, but I remember how heavy my heart felt as I grieved for the time we had lost. After catching up on our life’s experiences, he sent me away on a Greyhound bus to Salt Lake City and I met Mom and my stepdad there. I think Mom felt guilty, but she didn’t show it.
from Sherry Goes Sane: Living A Life With Schizo-Affective Disorder